Chapter 97
The lounge was filled with lounge music, flowers laid out for floral arrangements, and even a
chessboard.
These amenities were designed for the upper–class female guests. I had seen such a setup before, so I chose some flowers I liked and started arranging it.
It was at this moment that Xandra sauntered over. Her cheeks were flushed. She must have
had quite a bit to drink during the meal earlier.
I glanced at her but continued with my floral arrangement.
Xandra sat beside me and observed me with a half–smile. I asked, “Is there something you need?”
She giggled. “Ms. Lambert, I admit that I have underestimated you.”
I focused on trimming the flower stems and replied lightly, “Ms. Clark, just say what you want to directly.”
Xandra exhaled and said, “Ms. Lambert, 50 million dollars. I can convince Jameson to give that amount to you. How about you two get a divorce?”
I looked up at her. Her eyes seemed sincere. “50 million dollars is a lot.”
I remained expressionless. “50 million was the figure from five years ago. It’s worth more than that now.”
Xandra’s face flushed a deeper shade of red, likely out of anger.
She suppressed her growing rage and lowered her voice. “Ms. Lambert, if this goes to court, it will affect Jameson’s career. If that happens, you won’t get anything even close to that amount. I advise you to stop while you’re ahead.”
I slowly started to grasp the implications of Xandra’s words. No wonder she was so eager to act as a middleman.
Initially, she had approached me to negotiate a divorce quickly, but she realized after that if I didn’t let go of that investment I had given before, Jameson could very well lose his
-competitive edge on the Baythorn project.
After all, with a massive group like Brown Corporation, stock prices would fluctuate dramatically based on the outcome of a divorce lawsuit.
Finally, my not–so–sharp mind started to think in the right direction.
I coldly rejected Xandra. “I advise you to know when to stop as well, Ms. Clark. My issues with Jameson don’t require your intervention. You can stop playing the middleman now.”
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Xandra’s expression shifted. She seemed ready to say something else.
I added, “Rather than trying to persuade me to leave Jameson for that small amount of
money, you would be better off sitting prettily by his side as his favorite.
“Otherwise, what if the next time he brings you out, he doesn’t acknowledge you as his true love again? What would you do then?”
Xandra froze, and her eyes filled with anger.
I was not afraid as I regarded her calmly.
Xandra glared at me for a long time, then sneered. “You’re quite insightful, Ms. Lambert. It seems after your previous suicide attempt, you’ve completely changed. I hardly recognize you.
I chuckled coldly. “Someone who has been through death obviously cannot be the same as before.”
Xandra laughed mockingly. Suddenly, she reached for my scissors.
I was holding a peony in my hand. The peony was large and it blocked my vision. I didn’t notice Xandra aiming the sharp scissors at my face.
Just as I put down the flower, I saw a flash of steel and instinctively shoved it away.
“Ah! That hurts!” Xandra screamed in pain.
I looked over and saw a streak of blood on her arm.
The staff rushed over when they heard her cry.
I dropped the flower and stepped back, keeping my distance from her.
Sure enough, Xandra was clutching her arm with tears in her eyes as she glared at me. “Ms. Lambert, I know you hate me. But you don’t have to go so far as to try and hurt my face with scissors, do you?”
I frowned. “I did not. Ms. Clark, is making baseless accusations your specialty?”
She cried and turned to the approaching staff members. “It hurts so much! Get Jameson here!”
The staff members hesitated but soon left to carry out her instruction.
After a while, Jameson stormed in furiously. As soon as Xandra saw him, she rushed over and showed him her wound pitifully.
Jameson pointed at me, his tone was agitated. “Wynonna, what exactly do you want? Is humiliating me not enough? Do you want to hurt Xan too?”
I was used to facing such accusations. I replied coldly, “Mr. Brown, you don’t even ask for the full story before assuming I harmed her.”
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Jameson was furious. “Who else could it be if not you? Aren’t you just jealous that Xan can have me–”
As soon as he said that, he realized something was off and immediately fell silent. He did not even finish the rest of his sentence.
I clapped my hands together. “Mr. Brown, you’re still as narcissistic as ever. May I ask what exactly I would be jealous of regarding Ms. Clark?”
